You guys, where are the weeks going? I feel like I'm all caught up on one thing and I realize that I am WEEKs behind on others. I guess that is how it goes though, right? We'll figure it out eventually though (maybe).I've been so focused on my shop lately that I've started to develop some WAHM guilt and by that I mean the guilt is very real. I feel so awful leaving Emmet to play by himself while I work away, but sometimes you just have to get something done right? That is what I am going to tell myself.Emmet has been getting more and more adorable by the day. Sure, he has his difficult moments, and some days those moments are hours of the day. But most of the time he is cracking me up and making me fall a little bit more in love with him. We go on daily walks to the post office. He runs along behind me in his little winter boots and adorable hat our friend Erin made him. He goes out of his way to walk through piles of leaves or to kick gravel or stand on manhole and drain covers.He has been practicing eating with plates, bowls, and silverware. It usually ends up all over him, but he is slowly getting better! Today though, Emmet was pulling on his avanchy suction plate to try to pick it up when all of the sudden it popped off of his tray and his macaroni flew in the air and landed all over his head and highchair. It was HILARIOUS. His yogurt and apple sauce usually end up all over him too, but we shrug it off and change his clothes A LOT. It is fun to watch him learn.He reads to himself all of the time and always asks me to read books to him. His favorites right now are "Dada" by Jimmy Fallon and "Ten Apples Up on Top" by Dr. Seuss. The other night he even sat completely still for the entire "Of Thee I Sing" by Barack Obama and my heart melted. My pregnancy hormones got the best of me as we sat there and snuggled and read together. It made me very happy.

This kid has been cracking us up lately. Sure he has his tough moments, but most of the time he is doing something absolutely hysterical. These photos represent my current favorite two things that he does; wearing baskets on his head and doing most activities with his eyes closed. The basket thing started a few weeks ago, he went through a phase where everything went on his head and it slowly transformed into being mostly this basket. He puts his head all of the way in and then runs around the house throwing toys and giggling. When there isn't a basket on his head he is doing regular activities (giggling) with his eyes squeezed shut. Like walking, dancing on the couch, and eating. Last week we made some pies with friends and he sat and ate an entire bowl of peppernuts all with his eyes closed. He makes for great entertainment at parties.

This week I have had quite a bit to do for my job at Prairie Harvest for the Anniversary Weekend, which means Emmet has been my little tag along. Yesterday we went to see Maggie and Adam play and take pictures for the store, but really it was just a mini adventure for Emmet. He ran around on the mezzanine eating orange cookie samples, playing with trash, climbing on the furniture, turning off the sound systems, pressing the elevator buttons, attempting to go down the stairs, and of course playing with little Arlo. He is NEVER around other babies so it was really cute to see him LOVING spending time with another little guy. He gave him his sippy cup, giggled at everything little Arlo did, and said "Hi" to him so many times. It was adventure for me too, I was able to get my work done AND try out what it was like to have two kids. We lasted an hour before I went home and crashed from exhaustion.

On Emmet and I's daily walks we always walk past these bushes no matter where we go. He loves to stick out his hands and feel them pass through his fingers as we walk past. He seems to be kind of an outdoorsy guy, despite his mama's indoorsy tendencies. Which I'll admit makes me happy, I always pictured him as the little boy with rock and leaf collections, who marvels at all of the bugs and flowers out on the prairie. These days he begs to go outside. He brings us his socks and shoes and stands by the door. He loves to stand in the door way and giggle at Moose while Moose runs around the yard with big sticks in his mouth. He runs around in the grass and mud and kicks his feet in frustration when I pick him up to go back inside.

This past week we cleared a corner in our room to make space for the new baby. It's still a whopping 26 weeks away, but hey, I like to be prepared. Plus I needed to know if it would even be possible to fit another person in our house, and good news, it might be possible for awhile (four people and a 50 pound dog in 800 sq ft... it might get a little crazy!). This guy though, this precious one here, thought it was all for him. He giggled when we brought out his old toys and threw them all over the room. He pulled all of his old, soft swaddling blankets off of the cart and snuggled with them and played peek-a-boo. He stood on the bed and stared down at his kingdom as I cleaned and rearranged the room. This little boy doesn't understand yet what he has coming, but I think in time he'll figure it out!